If his dismissive, uninviting posture wasn't enough to make the men being brought to him for approval to his future harem shrink back in fear then certainly the cold, ruinous gaze he leveled each with was. He didn't care to indulge himself in the iniquitous dalliances other royals seemed to live their daily lives by. It was pathetic. He had far
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The servants who brought him in could do little but gawk and gibber. Bartz had a reputation among the slaves for his mouth; perhaps they had expected the glory of the prince to shut him up, but if that was the case, they were sorely mistaken. He stepped closer to Sanzo, more as if he were a free man taking a pleasant stroll than the lowly slave he was, approaching the prince without so much as a shirt on his back.
"You'll never thaw out if you keep sending all us nice boys away, you know!"
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"But if you're gonna eat, you might as well make it a good meal. Same thing for sex, and that's where Bartz Klauser comes in!" he grinned, stretching his arms toward the ceiling; half showing off the lean muscle of a nimble warrior, half good old stretching.
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